Draco Tries Again
Oh wow you guys I'm so sorry I didn't get this chappie up sooner! I was having some major complications with it, like I accidentally deleted all the work I did and I had to start over. Then I'm so busy with school and crap I didn't have time to write. So here it finally is, the fourth chapter. I want to give a lot of credit and thanks to NAZ1 for giving me some ideas to progress this story. Guys, if it weren't for her, then this chapter wouldn't have been posted for an even LONGER time! Thanks so much, hun! You are awesome!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be.
HERMIONE'S POV
I was laying face down in my pillows crying uncontrollably over what had just happened.
"Well it really wasn't my fault, he was the one who kissed me," I thought. "But then again I did kiss him back."
As I sobbed into my pillow, a soft knock sounded on my door and Harry's voice drifted through, "Hermione? Can I come in?"
I gasped and yelled, "Yeah Harry, just a second."
I didn't want him to see me crying like this, it would lead to questions that had to be answered and I wasn't in the mood for answering questions. So I quickly tried to dry my tears but to no avail, my face showed signs of depression that couldn't be wiped away quickly.
I rolled over on my side so that my back was towards the door and said, "Ok Harry."
The door opened and I could hear the swish of his jeans and the soft pat of his shoes as he walked over to my bed.
"How'd you get the password?" I asked, still with my back towards him.
"Well, er, I kind of persuaded it out of the portrait guarding the door. She's really easy to manipulate, you might want to replace her with another portrait," Harry said.
"Hermione, listen I'm really sorry for what happened in the Great Hall today. I overreacted and I'm sorry," whispered Harry as he sat down on the bed. "By the way when I entered your common room a picture fell down from the wall and shattered. You might want to replace it."
Suddenly an idea came to me so I rolled over, sat up to meet his eyes and said, "No its ok Harry. I understand why you got angry, and I'm sorry too."
"Oh my gosh!" Harry exclaimed when he saw my tear stained face. "I made you cry?"
"No Harry, you didn't make me cry, hun," I replied.
At first, I debated on whether or not I should tell him about what Draco did, but decided against it. He would probably get really mad and do something drastic to Draco. I hated to do it but I had to lie to him.
"Crookshanks is dead, Harry," I sobbed and Harry gently cradled me in his arms.
"Hermione, sweetheart, didn't he die earlier this summer?" Harry cooed as he stroked my hair soothingly.
"Yeah, but I miss him," came my muffled response from Harry's shoulder.
I had totally forgotten that I had already told him about Crookshanks dieing, but he believed me nonetheless.
"Oh Hermione, sh, it's okay," Harry comforted and he held me as I cried.
Harry sat holding me for what felt like a long time and the longer he stayed the harder I cried. I was thankful that I had Harry to love me, even if he wasn't drop dead gorgeous like Draco Malfoy. Of course Harry is also extremely cute but unlike Draco, he cared for me a lot.
"Harry," I whispered as I lifted my head up from off his shoulder.
"Yeah?" he responded.
"Would you stay with me, please? I need you."
"Of course sweetheart. I'll always be here for you, whenever you need me."
"I love you Harry."
"And I love you Hermione, more than anything."
Harry gently kissed the top of my head and I lifted up my face and caught his lips on mine resulting in one very passionate kiss. He broke the kiss, got up, and stripped down to his boxers. I went to my dresser drawer, pulled out a very skimpy looking nightgown, showed it to him and grinned mischievously. He smiled and nodded his head. Since I didn't feel ashamed undressing in front of Harry, I stripped down to my undergarments and slipped the nightgown over my head and over my slim shape.
"Damn," I heard Harry whisper and I smiled.
Harry got into my huge bed pulling the covers up to his waist, so that his bare six- packed chest was exposed, then patted the spot next to him.
I climbed into the bed, turned off the only light that was left on in my room which was right by my bed, and snuggled up next to his body. He put an arm around my waist, and I snuggled my head into him and fell asleep.
DRACO'S POV
I suddenly awoke and sat up straight in my bed due to the loud crash and the shatter of glass that came from the Common Room.
"Fuck! What the hell is Granger doing out there? I just fell asleep and now she decides to go around breaking things?" I thought to myself as I quickly dressed into a pair of pants and grabbed my wand.
I walked out of my door and saw someone who definitely wasn't Hermione, walk into her room and close the door. I didn't get a good glimpse of the person so I became curious and headed off in the direction of her room.
"How the hell did they get our password?" I thought.
As I crossed the room to the other set of stairs, something caught my attention. The picture that had been hanging on the wall earlier had fallen and the glass frame had shattered onto the floor. The fall must have scared the occupants of the picture for it looked very blank. I picked it up and muttered, "Repairo" and the shards of glass flew together into one, and then I hung it back up in its original place. Finally, remembering the mystery person who had entered Hermione's room just a couple of minutes ago, I walked up to her room and put my ear to the door.
"Would you stay here with me please? I need you," I heard Hermione say.
"Of course, sweetheart. I'll always be here for you, whenever you need me," replied a masculine voice whom I recognized as Potters.
"I love you Harry."
"And I love you Hermione, more than anything."
I waited for awhile outside the door, listening intently. When I heard Hermione switch off the light, I decided that they weren't going to say anything else so I headed back to my room.
"Damn it!" I cursed to myself in my head. "This plan isn't going to work. She loves Potter too much!"
I walked to my room feeling depressed for there was no telling what my father would do to me when he found out that I had failed him.
"No. I will not fail. I will get that dirty Mudblood to love me no matter what it will take," I told myself firmly.
I took off my pants and climbed under the warm, silk comforter of my four poster bed. I had to wait for the opportune moment to make another move on her. I didn't know when or where, I just knew it had to be done. I slowly drifted off to sleep with evil premonitions of what I was going to do to her running through my head.
3 months later.
Three months had passed since Draco had forced his lips onto Hermione's and it was all forgotten. Harry and Hermione seemed happier than ever together which made Draco fume with anger. Draco tried to fulfill his father's duties and pretend that he changed but it imposed great difficulties, especially when the Dream Team got on his nerves. With Christmas drawing ever nearer, the castle was embellished with tassels and ornaments, and even the clouds opened up and spurted a light blanket of snow across the grounds. Harry Potter, with his books under one arm, scurried quickly down the corridor and up to the Gryffindor common room. He slammed the books down, whipped out a sheaf of parchment along with a quill, and sat down at his desk thinking carefully about what he should write.
Dear Hermione,
I was just wondering if
"Nah," he sighed as he crumpled it up and threw it on the floor.
My Dearest Hermione,
I wanted to ask you if
"No way," he said as he crumpled up that piece of parchment and threw it on the floor as well.
He took out another piece of parchment and wrote:
My Dearest Hermione,
I have a surprise for you. Meet me at the top of the Astronomy Tower at eight o' clock for the time of your life.
All my love,
Harry
Satisfied by what he just wrote he whistled for Hedwig who immediately flew down to him. He tied the letter onto her leg along with a single red rose and whispered, "Take this to my love." Hedwig flew away and Harry turned to his bag to finish up his homework and anticipate the arrival of eight o' clock.
Hermione sat at her desk, brow furrowed in frustration as she tried to work out an Ancient Runes homework problem. She gave up, sighed, and slammed down her quill on the desk. Suddenly, a scraping noise caused her to turn around to see Harry's snow white owl Hedwig perched on the windowsill with a letter and a red rose attached to her leg.
"Hey girl!" she exclaimed as she threw open the window and Hedwig entered.
She quickly untied the rose and the letter, set the rose down and then opened and read the letter through. When she was finished she took the rose, inhaled its sweet scent, and then exhaled slowly.
"Tonight is going to be great!" she thought to herself happily as she set down the letter and the rose on her dresser. "But what to wear?"
Hermione threw open her closet and pushed aside her casual clothes, trying to find something nice to wear.
"Aha!" she exclaimed as she pulled out a beautiful black dress from the back of her closet. "It's perfect."
She set the dress down on the bed and looked at her watch.
"Damn. It's only five o' clock," she muttered as she slowly trudged back to her desk to do her homework again.
Finally after twenty minutes of being bored and frustrated, she decided to leave her homework till another day. She waved her wand and "Sugar Sugar" from Frankie J started playing. Then she laid down on her bed, closed her eyes and thought about Harry. During the end of the song, however, her thoughts soon turned into a dream.
Harry was busy in the Astronomy Tower, summoning this and transforming that to make everything perfect for Hermione. Finally, he added the finishing touches and he stepped back to admire his work. The Astronomy Tower was a single room that had a glass ceiling, so if he was lucky and if there were no clouds, they would be eating under the stars tonight. Ceramic dinner plates, glass cups, and polished silverware lay set in two places and a candelabra was placed in the center of the table. A white table cloth covered the table and rose pedals were spread around the whole scene. Harry glanced at his watch and saw it was six o' clock.
"I need to go get ready," he thought to himself as he checked everything again to make sure it was perfect.
When he was sure that everything was ready, he left and walked to his dormitory to get dressed.
"Harry, where have you been mate?" Seamus Finnegan asked when Harry walked in the Gryffindor dormitory.
"Getting ready for tonight," Harry explained and Seamus grinned knowingly at him.
"You and Hermione gonna have mad wild sex tonight?"
"Well maybe after dinner," Harry grinned.
"Alright Harry! Man I'm jealous! You're gonna get laid before me!" Seamus exclaimed.
Harry walked up to his room and to his closet to pick something out to wear. He picked out a pair of black dress pants that fit him perfectly and a fairly tight, dark green polo shirt along with a pair of black shoes. He set the outfit on his bed, took his towel and walked to the shower. After he was sure he was clean, he got out, got dressed, put on the cologne that Hermione loved so much, walked out of his room and towards the exit to the dorm.
"Have fun tonight Harry," said Seamus who was sitting by the fireplace reading a chapter in his Herbology book.
Harry smiled at him, walked out of the dorm, and up to the top of the Astronomy Tower where he sat down and patiently awaited Hermione's arrival.
Hermione woke up with a gasp and glanced at her watch. It was seven fifteen.
"Holy shit! I'm going to be late!" she gasped.
She frantically stripped off her clothes, wrapped a towel around herself, grabbed her toiletry items, and made a frantic mad dash towards the shower. She bathed herself, washed her hair quickly, stepped out and then walked back to her room. As she was walking the short distance from the shower to her room she heard a sexy, masculine voice call out to her.
"Hey Hermione, I was just wondering if, oh shit," said Draco as he appeared at the top of the stairs and saw her.
"Draco! Holy crap!" yelled Hermione in surprise.
"Um, I, well, goddamn, uh," stuttered Draco. "I was just wondering if you were uh doing anything tonight. I was kinda hoping, you know, that you could help me study for Transfiguration."
Hermione noticed that his eyes kept darting from her bust to her face and she quickly said, "I'm busy."
Then without another word to Draco, she slipped past him, walked into her room, and shut the door.
"Oh my God I can't believe that just happened," she thought as she leaned up to the door and put her hand to her forehead in exasperation.
She glanced at the clock and saw that it was 7:45, so she shook off the incident and picked up her black dress from off the bed and admired it. It was a simple, tight, black, strapless dress that reached down to her ankles. She quickly performed a spell on her hair to make it dry, sleek, and silky, and then she got dressed. She put her hair up on the top of her head in a pretty fashion and let some of the curly tendrils hang down. She then started applying her makeup and when she was about done she heard a soft knock on her door.
"Yeah, come on in," yelled Hermione as she put on the finishing touches and started to lace up her black, high-heel sandals.
The door opened and she heard someone come in. Hermione instantly knew it was Draco from the cologne that he was wearing and she sighed.
"Draco what do you want?" she asked as she looked up at him quickly then back down to lacing her shoes.
"You look stunning," he blurted out and she glanced up at him.
"Thank you," she replied giving him a weird look.
"Where are you going?"
"None of your business."
"Tell me."
"You're acting like my mother," said Hermione as she grabbed her purse and started to walk away.
As she passed by Draco he grabbed her by her upper arm and growled, "Please tell me where are you going that prevents you from helping me with my Transfiguration."
"I'm going on a date with Harry, ok?" yelled Hermione angrily. "Now let me go I'm running late."
She yanked her arm out of his grasp and he snaked his arms around her waist and kissed her on the forehead.
"Stay here," whispered Draco. "With me."
"Draco I," started Hermione as she lifted her face to his. But before she could finish her sentence Draco kissed her fully and passionately on the lips which made her become weak in the knees.
Hermione suddenly broke the kiss, looked towards the door and found that Draco placed himself between her and her way out.
"God, Hermione you look so nice, and your perfume smells so good. I can't resist you," said Draco as he ran his hands up and down her body and slowly backed her towards the bed.
"Draco, why are you doing this? I thought you hated me," asked Hermione nervously.
"I told you Hermione. I've changed. Now shhhh," he said as he put a finger to her lips.
"Harry is waiting. I," started Hermione but was interrupted again by Draco kissing her again.
Draco broke the kiss this time and said, "Forget him. You have me. He'll never find out, just say you got really sick and couldn't get out of bed."
Hermione backed into the bed and watched in horror as Draco muttered a spell to close and lock the door.
"So no one interrupts us, darling," Draco grinned.
"Draco, please," she begged.
Draco smiled seductively and pushed on her shoulders so that she sat down on the bed. He bent down and undid her sandals, slowly slipping them off her feet. Then he took his hands and put one on each of her legs, slowly sliding them up her thin legs and up her dress. She suddenly came to her senses and slapped him across the face, hard. A look of shock came across Draco's face and he stopped undressing her and held the side of his face.
"You bitch," he whispered.
She ran to the door and muttered the unlocking spell. Nothing happened. She became panicky when she saw Draco walking towards her with a devilish grin on his face and started to bang on the door, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Can't open it, can you?" Draco said as he came up to her and wrapped his strong arms around her waist and put his face by hers. "Guess I did learn something from my father."
Tears started to flow down her face as Draco removed one of his arms and, keeping the other firmly around her waist, steered her back to the bed.
"Draco what are you doing," whispered Hermione.
They reached the bed and Draco took her by the waist and threw her onto it, then he also got on and straddled her body.
"We are going to make love all night long," he whispered and watched as a look of fright spread across her face. "Oh come on you know you want me."
As Hermione stared up at him, a part of her wanted to stay and make love with Draco but she knew that she loved Harry. No matter how cute Draco was she wasn't going to betray her boyfriend.
"No!" she screamed as she thrashed around and tried to kick him. "No I won't! I love Harry! I won't do this to him!"
"Alright then I guess we are going to have to do this the hard way," Draco said as he reached into his pocket and brought out a small bottle full of green liquid.
"What's that?" she asked as she watched him pop out the cork.
"It's a love potion that you're going to drink," Draco said as he grabbed his wand from out of his pocket. "You will end up making love to me, and the best part about it, is that you won't remember doing it. It makes you forget everyone in your life for two hours and the first person you see, you fall in love with, which will be me. It's really fast and takes about three minutes to work."
"You can't make me you bastard!" yelled Hermione as she thrashed around but he was too strong and he sat on her legs.
"Did you forget that I am Draco Malfoy? I am fortunate enough to have a father who knows the Dark Arts, so yes as a matter of fact I can make you and you will drink this potion," he said gruffly.
"Imperio," he said and she stopped thrashing around on the bed.
"Hermione," he said.
"Yes?" she replied in a zoned out voice.
"Drink this," he commanded as he held out the bottle.
Because she was under the Imperious, she grabbed the bottle and downed the fluid in one gulp. Draco took the spell off her and waited for the concoction to work.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered softly as he gently pulled her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear.
When he realized what he had just said he got up from the bed, walked over to the wall, and started to hit his head.
"I'm only doing this for sex, the approval of my father and the Dark Lord. I don't really love her," he muttered as he banged his head.
"Who are you," Hermione suddenly called out and he turned to face her.
"I am Draco Malfoy," he replied.
"Draco, you are so hot and sexy. Come here," she whispered.
He smiled and asked, "What if I don't want to?"
"I think that you are the hottest man alive and if you don't get your ass over here and kiss me now I'm going to have to slap you," said Hermione.
"Do you know a man by the name of Harry Potter?" he asked her as he slowly approached the bed.
"Never heard of him," she replied.
Draco smiled, leaned in, and kissed her passionately on the lips. Hermione pulled him on top of her and grabbed at his shirt. She wanted it off. He let her pull the shirt over his head and she threw it to the ground. Then he took the bottom of her dress and pulled it off with her help and threw that to the ground. They were still kissing furiously at this point but Hermione wanted more. Her hands grabbed at Draco's belt and fumbled around with the buckle.
He placed his hand on hers, broke the kiss, and whispered, "Here let me."
He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants to reveal his silk, dark green boxers, then threw his pants off to the side.
"Draco," Hermione whispered. "I want you."
Meanwhile back in the Astronomy Tower...
Harry paced back and forth, checking his watch every so often, wondering why Hermione was so late.
"It's eight thirty, she's never this late," Harry thought to himself. "I'm going to go check on her."
He quickly blew out the candles that he lit and walked out of the Tower towards the room that Hermione shared with Draco, his mind full of worried thoughts.
"What if she took a nap and accidentally fell asleep? Or what if Draco did something to her? Goddamn it why did Dumbledore have to put them in the same room." Harry thought as he walked at a fast pace.
He finally got to the door, muttered the password, and ran to the staircase that led up to her room.
"Oh God that feels good, don't stop!" he heard Hermione's voice yell.
"You like that?" he heard a familiar masculine voice say.
"What the fuck?" he thought curiously and he sprinted up the stairs.
He reached her door, banged on it and yelled, "Hermione?!? What are you doing?"
In Hermione's room...
Draco, who had taken off Hermione's lacy bra and had her boobs cupped in each of his hands, heard Harry's voice through the door.
"Who's that?" Hermione asked.
"It's no one. Do you want me to keep going?" asked Draco and Hermione nodded. "Wait just a sec, ok?"
Hermione nodded and Draco whipped out his wand and muttered the counter curse for unlocking the door. He wanted Harry to see this. He bent down and started making out with Hermione as he groped her boobs in the process.
"Hermione?" Harry asked and he knocked on the door once more. "Hermione can I come in? Oh fuck it."
When Harry opened the door, his jaw dropped in shock and his heart skipped a beat. There, on top of the bed was Hermione, with only her thong on, being french kissed and groped by his worst enemy Draco Malfoy. And the worst part was, it looked like she was actually liking it. Neither one knew he was there and he didn't say anything at first because he was so shocked.
Finally he yelled, "What the fuck is going on?!?"
Hermione screamed and covered herself with a bed sheet, and Draco turned and smiled evilly at Harry.
"Just having a little fun, right Hermione?" sneered Draco.
Hermione nodded and Harry looked at her in horror. Draco got up off of the bed and walked toward Harry.
"Hermione how could you?" Harry asked and Hermione looked at him with a confused look on her face.
"How could I what?" she asked.
"How could you do this to me? I thought you loved me!" Harry yelled.
"You know, Potter, your girlfriend is a good kisser. She's probably a good fuck as well. You wanna join me and find out?" Draco whispered into Harry's ear.
"You bastard!" Harry yelled his face red with anger.
"Oh and by the way, she's got a nice rack," Draco added on and he snapped.
Harry drew back his arm, his hand in a fist, and punched Draco in the face, hard. The force of the punch was so great that Draco lost his balance and fell backwards onto the floor.
Hermione gasped, rushed over to Draco's side and bent down to help him up, still dressed in her bed sheet.
"You goddamn whore! I never want to see you again, it's over!" Harry yelled to Hermione and he ran out of the room.
Yeah that was a really stupid place to end it but oh well I didn't know where to stop. Anyways, review and tell me what you think!
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